Until that day, I had never thought about whom I prefer the most: my father or my mother. Until that day, I had always said what the bulk of sons would say: I like my parents in the same way. Until that day, I had never intended to live alone. That day was a weepy Saturday morning, in March of 2007, when my dad told me that he and my mother decided to divorce. It took almost one year to my father find a new home. And last week was my turn: I moved in an apartment with my mother and my brother. And now I have a fly in the ointment, once I need to choose who I’m going to live with: mom or dad.
To solve this problem, I decided to find out what are some flaws of each of my parents and where I will be more comfortable and happy (can you suggest me a better way of choosing between the two people you love most?). Well, let’s start with my mother: I’ve been arguing a lot with her since my father left home, in January of 2008. I don’t know exactly why, but I think we are very different. And out of these differences, I often get stressed with her way of life. And I assume she gets too with mine – she is an easy-going person and I’m an uptight guy. For instance: she is not working nowadays, and I usually get worried about how is she going to pay her bills. Yeah, I know that I shouldn’t concern about this. After all, she is my mother, and not the opposite. Another pitfall is that she is already dating, what makes me uncomfortable. I’m not against dating, or getting married after a divorce. The thing is I’m not ready to see a guy without shoes on my sofa watching TV in my living room.
And what about my dad? Well, my father is a role-model for me. My grandfather died when he was too young and he experienced some bad situations after that. However, he was able to get over those tough moments and now he is a very successful man. Is he perfect? No, absolutely. He is very stressed – and I think sometimes I get more stressed when I’m with him. He also likes to eat fat food, which I don’t. And he is a little tight-fisted; thus, he doesn’t have a maid every day and I have to order some junk food when I have dinner at his apartment. And here is the worst thing: he can’t stop hugging me when we are together! Last Tuesday I was lying with my dad in his bed when I caught myself thinking: I used to be more exigent. In the past, I wouldn’t feel comfortable in a small and cold apartment, with ugly furniture and no food. But now, I think I need nothing, but my father, to be happy.
Although I prefer to live with my father, it’s not a breeze decision. Actually, I don’t know how to do it and neither if I should. It is hard to me not to see my father daily, hearing his voice just through the phone, not laughing together as we used to. But I have my mom, and I can’t just leave her alone. And I think she needs me. In addition, I have my young brother. Have you noticed how I care about the others, especially about my family? I’m always thinking if they are fine, if they need something… and if I notice that something is wrong, I want to meet them immediately. Well, I definitely think I should be more self-centered. Thinking on your own is not a good thing. However, it is necessary in some cases. I can’t anymore spend my days worrying if my parents are fine, if my mom will be able to contend with her bills, if my brother will keep up with his grades or if my dad is eating fat food. So, I think that whatever I decided to do, I need to think on my own, what will be the best for my future, where I will feel more comfortable and emotionally good. Otherwise, I will never be able to move on and get over my parent’s divorce.